The Lost Month

I finished the MCM and the next morning woke up to the news of a heartbreaking death. Traveling home trying to figure out how to explain the unexplainable to our kid, and then feeling my way through it with the help of a lot of support locally. We went to a memorial that held a deep personal isolation in sharp contrast to the 100s that were there to weep together.

There was an election.

I entered the lottery for the Chicago marathon

I surfaced in time to travel to Illinois for a lot of great days with people who I adore, generally eyeball deep in logistics and love which is a good place to be. I saw Hamilton, with different eyes than I would have a month earlier, but it was still amazing.

I went home for a minute.

I went back to Illinois for a conference, the presentation and panels were awesome. The company was great.

My running went to crap. My acro wasn’t available. My fitness fell, but nowhere near where I was a few years ago – a strange thing indeed.